Huang Xinghe looked at the little kid in front of him, at his age, he hadn't even entered the door of Mr. Private School, and now this guy actually wants to challenge his arithmetic?

Does he know that he is one of the best students in the Beijing Arithmetic Academy?

Thinking of this, he felt a little too easy to get excited, a little thing is easy to get emotional, which is easy to be taken into the ditch, his teacher said this to him many times, but, he still can't change this temper, now, by a little broken child, he accepted the challenge of others.

It's just that the words have been spoken, and there is absolutely no reason to turn back, that's it, that's it, since he wants to know how powerful, let's go with him, let him know what Mr. is!

However, looking at him, he should be a person who has never entered the school door, so there is no need to embarrass him too much.

"A basket of pears, a total of one hundred, was given to forty-nine by Grandma Li to the neighbors, may I ask, how many pears does Grandma Li have left?"

Huang Xinghe looked at the young man in front of him.

This arithmetic question is more than enough for his age, and as a gentleman, he doesn't want to bully people too much.

"What?"

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe, with a blanket on his face.

You bet me for a long time, and then gave me such a difficult question? This question that the first grade child does not bother to answer?

"How? Can you answer it? ”

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian.

It seems that this topic is a bit difficult, well, after all, he was already fifteen years old when he learned mathematical calculations of less than 100 at that time, and he has been studying arithmetic with his husband for three years.

"This—this is easy, isn't it, sir?"

Yang Jian felt that his IQ had been insulted.

A person who has studied advanced mathematics 1 and 2 is asked a difficult problem of 100 minus 49?

He couldn't laugh or cry.

"Simple?"

Of course, Huang Xinghe didn't know Yang Jian's thoughts, he just thought that the difficulty coefficient of this topic was difficult for the child in front of him, it should be enough, as a result, this guy, this look, is too arrogant and arrogant, right?

"There are fifty-one pears left, I don't know if I'm right, sir?"

Yang Jian strongly suppressed the urge to burst into laughter in her heart.

Also, this Grandma Li is really generous.

"Yes—"

When Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian again, he also felt that he was a little underestimated just now, but this topic was not difficult in the first place, he turned his head to look at Xu Hezi on the side, his face was inexplicably excited, and he wanted to beat her board, but he had already promised others, and he must abide by it.

"Sir, you can still ask another question, if you answer incorrectly, you can still punish Xu Hezi."

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe with a very sincere attitude.

"Brother?"

When Xu Hezi heard this, his face immediately became unhappy.

Originally, he could have escaped the punishment of his husband, but now what kind of nerves does my brother have?

If Mr. comes up with a more difficult question and he can't answer it, won't he suffer? Isn't he the one who dares to be punished by the cold? Does he really love himself?

"It's okay, Kazuko, my brother promises not to let you be punished."

Yang Jian looked back at Xu Hezi with a calm face.

"Really?"

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian, the more calm he was, the more arrogant he was in Huang Xinghe's eyes.

"Of course, sir."

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe, and his heart was stable.

"Okay, then you're good - there are 100 monks who divide 100 steamed buns, and they are just finished. If one big monk is divided into 3 and the small monk is divided into 3 people, how many big and small monks are there? ”

After Huang Xinghe finished the question, he felt that he was too cruel.

"Mr. Hui, there are 25 big monks and 75 small monks."

It took Yang Jian almost only three seconds to come up with the answer.

It's still very simple, isn't this just a one-dimensional equation, he learned it when he was in junior high school, and he has done a lot of this kind of topic.

"You ???"

Huang Xinghe's surprise this time was even worse than last time, he looked at Yang Jian, his face was pale, his mouth was wide open, but he had forgotten how he was going to express the shock in his heart.

Because this question is his teacher in the Beijing Arithmetic Museum, Chang'an No. 1 Doctor of Arithmetic Li Yan's topic, Li Yan is known as the first arithmetic master of the Tang Dynasty, back then, more than 30 students in the Quanshu Museum have been studying arithmetic for more than 10 years, long and even more than 20 years of study, thinking about it for half a month, trying to break their heads and not come up with a solution, and finally the answer announced by the teacher himself, and the ideas and methods of solving the problem taught to everyone.

And the little kid in front of him told himself the answer almost in the blink of an eye?

How did he do it?

"Teacher, am I right?"

Yang Jian didn't have any pride and complacency, he looked at Huang Xinghe's eyes, modest and sincere.

"Yes—"

Huang Xinghe nodded with difficulty.

"Sir, may I give you a question?"

Yang Jian originally wanted to ask Huang Xinghe, can he go? However, after thinking about it, he also took the mathematics teacher of the archaeological generation, and what level did he reach.

"Y-want to give me a question?"

Huang Xinghe finally regained his calm mood now, he thought, he should face up to the child in front of him, perhaps, this is another mathematical prodigy, just like his own teacher is an unborn mathematical genius?

"Yes, sir, is it up to the challenge?"

Yang Jian's voice was not loud, but the eyes of the children in the school were all bigger than their fists, and there was a child about the same age as himself who wanted to learn from his own teacher?!

"Okay—you're out!"

Huang Xinghe tried to take a deep breath.

Life can be down, but you can't lose your fighting spirit!

He accepted the challenge!

"Excuse me, sir, one plus two, then three, until you add a thousand, how much do you have to count?"

Yang Jian thought of a very genius story in the history of mathematics.

He decided to test the gentleman in front of him.

"One plus two, all the way up to a thousand?"

Huang Xinghe gasped.

"Well, yes, Mr. doesn't have to rush to give me an answer, it's not too late to tell me when the teacher thinks about it, I'll hand over Xu Hezi to the teacher today, please keep your promise and don't punish Hezi, you see, it's cold and snowy outside, and children are easy to freeze, right?"

Yang Jian looked stable and understanding.

After speaking, he also glanced at Xu Hezi, whose small hands had already been frozen with chilblains and red and swollen carrots.

A glance of pity.

As soon as Xu Hezi made eye contact with Yang Jian, his heart immediately felt calm and warm.

My brother still loves him.

It's just, why is he so powerful? Looks like even Mr. is stumped?!

The pride on Xu Hezi's face was more vivid and profound than Yang's.

"Okay—"

Huang Xinghe felt that his voice was extremely bitter, his originally straight waist collapsed in an instant, and his original pride and self-confidence were instantly smashed in front of today's child.

"Sir, then I'll go first, and Kazuko will ask you?"

Yang Jian bowed shallowly to Huang Xinghe, then turned around, ready to leave.

"You wait—"

Huang Xinghe suddenly remembered something, and immediately stopped Yang Jian, who was about to leave.

"Is there anything else sir?"

Yang Jian stopped and looked at Huang Xinghe, who was pale.

"May I ask my brother's name?"

Huang Xinghe's expression was very serious.

"Mr. Hui, in Xia Yang Jian, Mu Yi Yang, simple Jane."

Yang Jian's speech was clear and his voice was crisp.

"Okay, when I have an answer, I'll contact Little Brother Yang Jian as soon as possible."

After Huang Xinghe finished speaking, he also clasped his fists at Yang Jian.

“ok——”

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he smiled slightly, turned around lightly, and left the ancestral hall.

It's sunny outside.

An expanse of white snow.

Yang Jian felt comfortable for no reason.

However, he didn't know that Huang Xinghe's mood at the moment was like this ice and snow.

There was a chill in the cold.

Omnipresence.